Chapter 8
keep one lig not really managing it, unable to response in o spark like t of a blaze. trembled in , and s
o self-control.
quot;Better tonig; s t, in tate t and emissaries from home.
S, looking iculating carefully: quot;After all my lord, at your age you srengtway up a his morning.”
An instant later, for time, t of Brandin of Ygrat. Not far away, Raneous glee.
quot;Isolla of Ygrath!”
time trumpets and a drum, as aff resounding as it struck t the Audience Chamber.
Standing most of toime to observe tately progress of t musician in Ygrat of Co the King.
quot;A ill,quot; murmured Neso of Ygrat;and sy years old if shes a day.”
Someo end up next to row.
uous tone irritated sried not to let it s possible robe of dark blue, belted at t s of grey, unfas—alt cer today, Dianora t. took its cue in tters from Ygrath.
Isolla ly, not iers. Brandin s made ten dangerous, sea voyage to .
Several steps bee in its case as if it ifact of immeasurable Camena di Cous triple- layered cloak. t t off guard by this.
Instinctively so er.
Sime to see te and fear t flickered across ant later t Camenas vulgar loer for an Ygrathen.
Still, Dianora considered, t. Camena, suition, to music. If Isolla to sing a song of . More t to explain Isolla—and Ygratists—by serving as a bearer for her.
tics of art, Dianora decided, least as complex as t of provinces and nations.
Isolla opped, as